Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all your reviews and follows! I'm sorry this took a little longer than planned. I had to think how I wanted this story to go before I could post another chapter. I decided that from here on out I will be alternating the different points of view from Riley to Lucas so every chapter will be different. Let me know what you think of this idea. I read every single one of your reviews and thought about what some of you had to say so I hope this chapter may clear up some questions. If not, message me and we can talk about it. I would love to talk to you guys! Thank you again and I hope you enjoy this new chapter! I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters.

Riley's POV

Over the next few days, I was bombarded by Mom and Mrs. Friar asking me questions for wedding planning. What kinds of flowers do I want? Should there be a vegetarian option? Do I prefer a DJ or a live band? When do I want the wedding to be?

Oh wait, that question I don't get to answer. Because if it were my choice I wouldn't be marrying Lucas Friar at all. Apparently, I will be married by the end of the summer, no questions about it. And I found out more about this merger deal. The reason why Mom's company and the Friar's had to have this marriage is that the people of both companies have been at war for so long that they are skeptical that this will work. And how do you overcome hate? Love… bleh.

And don't get me started about Lucas either. Ever since we officially became engaged, he shows up at the bakery every morning for a coffee and then leaves. Not even stopping to talk to me for more than a minute. Usually checking out a girl on his way out.

"I just don't get it, Peaches. How can I marry the guy? He's awful. I won't be able to last one month married to him let alone a few years," I say laying my head down on her lap.

She begins to stroke my hair, "What do you know about him, Riles?"

"I know that he's a snobbish playboy."

"I mean, what do you really know about him? Do you know anything about him past what the media says? Do you know who Lucas Friar is?"

"What is that? What are you doing? You're supposed to be on my side," I picked my head up off her lap and looked at her.

"Hope isn't for suckers, Riles. I believe you taught me that. I just don't think you know the whole story, that's all. At this point I'm just hoping for you. That's all I can do right now because I can't change any of this. I'm trying to hope for you like you have done for me. With Shawn and my Mom. For Josh and me. I just want you to be happy." She gives me a hug and I sit there trying to process what Maya just said. Maybe I did jump to conclusions. Maybe I have been taking my anger out due to this situation on the one person that is stuck in it with me. Maybe I need to get to know Lucas Friar a little better.

And… maybe I was wrong.

After my talk with Maya I decided to ask Lucas if he would like to hang out. So, we went to a bar. I told him I would bring some of my friends, meaning Maya and Josh, and he could bring some of his friends. This was for my benefit of course. Maya told me that I might not know the whole story, but what am I going to do, actually talk to Lucas… no. I'll ask the people who put the most trust in him, his friends.

Everything was going fine until Lucas was swept away by some blonde. I was currently sitting at the bar. Alone. Maya and Josh had left a little while ago to the dance floor, Lucas was talking to the blonde, and Lucas' friend said he would be late so, here I am all alone.

"Hey, sugar."

Well, I was.

I turn around to face the speaker. "Hello," I say quite hesitantly.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Riley. Riley Matthews."

"Wait, really. You're Riley Matthews. You know Luke mentioned you but he never mentioned how adorable you were." My cheeks heat up and I look down at the floor.

The smile falls off my face. I look back up and ask, "Wait, who are you?"

"I'm Zay Babineaux."

Lucas notices his friend and walks over to greet him. "Zay, I'm so glad you could make it. Riley this is Zay. Zay this is-"

"We've already met. But thanks for trying." Lucas walks back over to the blonde looking over his shoulder once more both becoming reacquainted.

"I see you're not very fond of Lucas over there, are you?" Zay asks.

"Why are you?"

"I grew up with the guy, back in Texas." At this moment Josh and Maya rejoin Riley and Zay.

"Wait you're telling me that Lucas, New York City's rich boy, grew up in Texas. Ha! See Riles, I told you there would be more to Huckleberry than you thought," Maya adds in.

"And who might you be?" Zay says sidling up to Maya.

"She would be Maya. And I would be her BOYFRIEND, Josh," Uncle Josh mentions. He puts his arm around Maya and pulls her closer to him away from Zay. Wow, I never knew Uncle Josh could be this possessive. "Wait, Huckleberry?"

"Yeah, it's my new nickname for him. I mean if he's going to be in your life I need to figure out some way to make fun of him. Besides I may become his Aunt-in-Law someday, better start embarrassing him now," Maya says. "Speaking of which, where is he?"

I point over to the other side of the bar where Lucas is still standing, talking to the blonde from before.

"Hey, Huckleberry," Lucas turns around making Maya chuckle and mutter to herself 'oh, yeah, that's going to stick', "how about you stop flirting with the blonde and come talk to your fiancé," she says pointing to me. The blonde looks over with wide eyes, looks back to Lucas angrily, and stomps off. Lucas schleps over to the rest of the group, a little dejectedly.

"First, don't call me Huckleberry. Second, what's up?" he says, coming over to stand next to me.

"You know most people wouldn't flirt with another woman with their fiancé standing right there," Maya muttered.

"Yeah man, not cool," Zay says coming to stand between me and Lucas.

"Zay, what are you doing?" Lucas utters.

"The ladies are upset. My mama told me never to make a lady upset. I stand on their side, afraid of what will happen next. Sorry, bud."

"Fine. Riley, Listen. I'm new to this whole thing and it's hard to break some habits. Let me make it up to you. Dinner tomorrow night, just the two of us?"

"Fine."